God Is An Artist

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posted on Feb, 13 2010 @ 03:25 PM
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reply to post by dragonsmusic
 


The metal in your body, and the metal in your head
Are mirrors of our planet, it can be simply said
Tesla tried to warn us, he said we soon would dread
That following dear sir. Edison, would put cancers in our heads
We laid the wire, and built the plants, and put our health on "hold"
While the bottom line, drove our passion, our ignorance of "old"

Now radiation, seethes through us all, as Tesla stands and laughs
He was right, the wires tune up, our magnetic radiation bath
"Energy comes from the air, it even flows through us"
Said tess-ella to eddi-son, "This fact is sound, and just"
Edison fought tooth and nail, to disprove his great superior
But he failed, now Tesla's work, is shoved up his fat posterior

Every modern science, is now based from Tesla's work
Edison was wrong, a pompous, fleeting jerk
The metals all around complete a binding cyclic field
The earth is one big crank, producing an electromagnetic shield
Every metal in your body, and metal in your head
Epitomize this energy, just like the conch, it's said




posted on Feb, 13 2010 @ 08:44 PM
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I must say hats off to you sir, or madam, 7minds
Nicola Tesla has long been a hero of mine
Surely his methods were far superior
To Edison who was far inferior

I know not much about the earth's metal
At least not the kind that is geological
I get what you mean though what I like more
In terms of metal is in the form of a musical score


Your lines are cool and ideas precise
Thanks for laying down those poetic lines



posted on Feb, 13 2010 @ 08:56 PM
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Understandings and goals.
I say it's best that we never know.
Like with a endless book ever going from one page to the next.
Growing, learning and striving becoming ever more.
The journey is ever more then the goal could ever be.
Of course this is my opinion, and that's all it would eber be.



 
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posted on Feb, 17 2010 @ 10:19 PM
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Though I feel not like rhyming
Assuredly, I am trying
To prove your statement
Don't ever fear or lament
The suffering just widens
Our consciousness

Here is a picture I have taken that may prove to move and prove the artistic nature of our god.


Well the pic was cut off a little but I think you get the idea.
S+F ^_^



posted on Feb, 23 2010 @ 02:47 PM
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Here's an example of some artistry divine

sunburst .



posted on Feb, 26 2010 @ 01:13 AM
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Would if I said
the chain of command
across the barron,
naked land
was nulled.
Stopped by one, to stand
so high and mighty;
Man.

Suppose the theory
of God is true
And she, Mother Nature
only knew
Of the greatest two;
One was man
But the better was a girl.

How'd you react
if in fact
God herself was a woman?
No penis bearing angry man,
yet an entity with a plan.

How'd you feel, if copper and steel
Were derived from her eyes.
All facts and lies
Came from her demise.
Would man be Surprised?

Man would say such is a lie,
"I hold the key to life and pride"
"Who builds, conquers, rules the world.
No space for a little girl."

Yet man alone would not exist
There is no urban myth
For it, greater of the two
Had been Woman. Who knew.

Creator of ALL life
And by ALL I mean all
Little and small
Tiny or tall
Women created it all.

The building you see across the street
One of her smallest feats.

The life within yourself
Her greatest ability dealt.

Like ants working for the Queen
Who provides all life.

Man, created for her protection
While she provided all life.

Her views were pure,
her smile was true.
She knew exactly what to do.

Yet her master plan,
The Man,
developed his own stand.

Stole from the tree, conquered the land.
All with his left hand.
And power grew.
He learned to write.
And then he made God, Man.

In the end of course, he'll be judged.
Most likely sent to hell.
Women, given a new life
Start over, with a story to tell.



posted on Mar, 1 2010 @ 05:33 AM
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Sounds like a priestess of Isis telling her story
You forgot to digress into Osiris' glory
How you couldn't look away, your passion, quite whorey
He could have been free but chose to share stories
With you, in your bed, where Horus became wholly
Ours for a time but the home became solely
His for their home, like a garden, for only
The children of Him, the One, Divine Holy
The One that is us, is ours I, know totally
We are the One, that is Two, broken closely
Through the free seams, so we know quite humbly
We are Horus, the kids, stars, and INFINITY



posted on Mar, 1 2010 @ 06:03 AM
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As a god does not exist
I must question all of this
How can he be creator
when we came first and he came later?



posted on May, 8 2010 @ 09:26 AM
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Indeed there HAS been an attempt to put a veil over venus
To shut out the goddess and worship the penis

But when I think of the creator it's not male or female
It's neither and it's both, an oxymoron I know,
I'm not trying to be crass or sound like an ass, but it's more like a shemale




posted on May, 8 2010 @ 09:28 AM
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Thanks, and I like your rhyming.
Sorry I didn't see these last few posts, I fell behind on the timing.
That's a cool pic
God the artist




posted on May, 8 2010 @ 09:30 AM
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Nice. Seagull.



posted on May, 8 2010 @ 09:33 AM
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Originally posted by The Teller
As a god does not exist
I must question all of this
How can he be creator
when we came first and he came later?



Ah, the Teller
Where is your sidekick Penn?
Look at the weather
What makes the wind?
A "god" is often defined
Only in a religious mind
But that doesn't mean that it's fine
To think there is nothing divine



posted on May, 8 2010 @ 09:36 AM
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Originally posted by 7minds
Sounds like a priestess of Isis telling her story
You forgot to digress into Osiris' glory
How you couldn't look away, your passion, quite whorey
He could have been free but chose to share stories
With you, in your bed, where Horus became wholly
Ours for a time but the home became solely
His for their home, like a garden, for only
The children of Him, the One, Divine Holy
The One that is us, is ours I, know totally
We are the One, that is Two, broken closely
Through the free seams, so we know quite humbly
We are Horus, the kids, stars, and INFINITY


That was awesome 7minds,
Once again, you've outdone yourself in meaning and in rhyme



posted on May, 16 2010 @ 12:09 PM
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Thanks for linking your thread in the 'God's Fingerprint on Creation' thread.. I had missed this one and am very interested in reading the thread through before making any further comments.

Again, glad you posted.





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